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His movements are awkward, that much is certain, frame stiff and optic ridges knitted together; as if he was ( yet again ) finally out of his comfort. A repeat of the beginning, if you will, waking up with no recollection of what to do other than follow instinct like it was a lifeline. Except Skids had memories, now, and and he was very much aware of what he needed to do.

But there was a fine line of knowing and doing- the outlier was realizing his wits couldn’t save him now.

Joints tense as Skids knocks carefully on the habsuite door ( 43; he remembered that now, and he didn’t intend on forgetting ), digits tightening into a fist tighter than before. After Swerve -just thinking about how he managed to ignore the self neglect for so long made his tanks churn- was finally released from the medibay, he had decided to pay more attention to his life outside the bar. The last thing he wanted was a situation like this to arise again; he wanted Swerve safe, like a best friend should. God, he should be acting like one.

That is, if Swerve still wanted to be his friend.

❝ Buddy, you in there? Do I need to kick down the door? ❞

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❝ am i supposed to know you? the expression you’re giving me makes me feel like i should. ❞

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Send a symbol to have your Muse touch my Muse in a certain way and see how they react!

✈️ Pull on their wings 🚁 Play with mine’s rotor blades 🕕 Spinning the wheels on the bot ➡ Smack dat aft ➢Grope them ➣ Slap their servo away ➤ Punch/Slap/Assault them ➥ Rub their back-plating ➧ Massage their shoulders ➨ Put their servo between mine’s legs ➚Tickle them ➙ Pinch them ��Poke them ➝ Feel mine’s spark-beat ⛎ send secret messages over EM field

Touch Meme (TRANSFORMERS TWEAKS!)

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                             I’m just so D A M A G E D     I hold my ( breath ) and                                                                                                                —f r e e z e.

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❝Heh, yeah…❞

He sighed some and looked at Skids for a moment before looking away. Funny how he meant it to sound platonic, but he what he was really feeling is how it came out and that is what made him embarrassed. Welp! Time to move on. Getaway knew he was had when Skids pressed further and he continued to rub the back of his helm.

❝ Ahem, that. Well, it does actually mean something–not that you remember it.❞

❝ not that i would       oh. ❞

there was a pause, the theoretician doing what he did best ( or, well, better than most- it was hard to have one thing you were best at when you perfected everything you did. ), putting together mental mind map of every possibly reason. although, skids already knew the answer. perhaps he was putting it off as long as he could, or he was in complete denial; but he wanted to be as damned sure as he could before pressing on.

yellow optics dimmed, and the outlier’s mouth fell into the perfect ‘o’.

❝ were we, y’know, a thing. as in, a thing. ❞

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i listened to this so much while drawing these ive now associated it w getaway?????

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crewditixns

To Nightbeat’s way of thinking, friends hung out with one another, and he hadn’t spent hardly any time with Skids. Sure, they’d been present at the bar at the same time, but he wasn’t sure that counted.

He ducked his helm when Skids mentioned possibly having asked friendship first. “I’m not good at this sort of thing. Everyone thinks I’m a traitor, so I tend to go out of my way to prove I’m a good guy before… asking them to forgive me for killing Hardhead, even if I didn’t mean to get him killed.”

Pausing, he considered the condition. “I have plenty of credits to buy engex. I still don’t know which movie we should watch.”

Skids felt a pang of pity in his tanks, and the outlier gave the other a rather sympathetic frown. ❝You don’t need to justify yourself,❞ he shrugged, ❝If they’re not willing to accept that it was beyond your control -because it was, you were a sleeper agent-, then they’re not worth your time.❞ Skids liked to consider himself a fair mech; someone who stuck to the autobot code, but made exceptions where he saw fit. And, right now, Nightbeat was one of those exceptions. Perhaps he had murdered Hardhead, and it was his fault- but it was also beyond his control in the situation. And, clearly, it haunted him more than it did to anyone else.

❝Besides,❞ he continued, jutting his head towards Brainstorm a few tables away, ❝I think most people are busy disliking someone else.❞

He was quick to stand up, rolling his beck back. ❝I’m okay with whichever, I suppose. You choose.❞

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❝Heh, not to be mean or anything, but that was a horrible attempt at mimicking my accent, ❞ Getaway commented with a soft giggle as he mocked Skids’ stance against the table and he propped his own helm against his servo. This was nice–this whole situation. He liked the light teasing between him and his partner; it reminded him of old times. At the same time, this also made his spark a little heavy because this wasn’t the old times and those times were permanently erased from the outlier’s memories.

With those thoughts and his spark feeling a little heavy, his lip plates formed into a small frown, but then his spark lifted once his partner continued and Skids’ gaze became so steady. Confusion. That’s what his EM field pulsed and he tilted his helm some,

❝I–I kind of figured that you kissed me just because your drunk, but I’m not sure. Now? I’m thinking you did it because you’ve been wanting to, because–because….❞ He drifted off as his spark fluttered some and he looked away for a moment, but returned his full attention to Skids.

He proudly jabbed a thumb at his chassis, nearly poking it into a headlight. ❝Give it a few more goes, then I’ll have it. Super learner, remember?❞ While it wasn’t a talent he enjoyed flaunting, there were times where it definitely came in handy- he could do anything and perfect it within a day, whether he wanted too or not. Perfect for combat, not so good for hobbies. Skids was already running out of things to do on the ship, and he was sure Ultra Magnus wouldn’t approve of the newest things he was planning. He was probably going to do them regardless.

The outlier paused, question poised and ready on his glossa, before his helm slipped, making a slight ‘thonk’ as it hit the bar. He was pretty sure he could hear Swerve cackling from the other end of the bar; he was going to make the chatterbox regret that, when he was sober enough.

❝I’m more- I’m more professional than that, Getaway. Give me some credit,❞ he grumbled, moving his helm back into its previous position, ❝If I kissed people because I was drunk, I would’ve kissed half the bloody ship by now.❞

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im just saying,, the ninth doctor makes a pretty good humanformer for skids based off his holomatter

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herecomesthebomp

❝Well, at least when I bomp you that means I still like yo–❞

He blinked some, well that sounded a little off than what he had intended it to. Time to move past that first response. Getaway rubbed the back of his helm, great. Then what Skids said next made him perk up as a memory came back to him and he gave a laugh. At least there was one perk to Skids’ amnesia–he didn’t remember the one time that Getaway actually did just that.

❝Now, that would never happen. I am in good control of my bomps.❞

❝Well, at least that sheds some light on bomps.❞

The response was somewhat awkward, and the theoretician gave a shrug. Obviously, Getaway meant it platonically- be still his beating spark. Any internal embarrassment was quickly subsided at Getaway’s next comment, and Skids raised an optic ridge in skepticism. While he may have lost his memories, he knew his partner like the back of his servo (thank you, super learning).

❝And the emphasis on ‘that’ doesn’t mean anything?❞

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Nightbeat shrugged. It was simple enough, really. “Well, you and I have a lot in common. We’re both friends with Nautica. We’re both friends with Brainstorm. And, of course, we’re both friends with Getaway, so I don’t really know why we can’t be friends with each other. From what I hear, friends sometimes sit down and watch movies together.”

He looked over at Skids expectantly, hoping, at least, to find that Skids wasn’t weirded out by the proposition. The very last thing Nightbeat wanted was to look like a creep.

Well, he hadn’t been expecting that. By this point, Skids sort of assumed he was at least friends with the majority of the ship- he was a social mech, if drinking buddies counted. Had Nightbeat thought they weren’t?

❝Usually, people proposition friendship before a movie night.❞ It wasn’t a no, at least. Skids sat up in his seat as he steeples his digits, a frown on his dermas as he thought it over. ❝If there’s free drinks, I may take you up on this. Though, if you wanted to be friends, you could’ve just asked.❞

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SEND A SYMBOL FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOURS:

▼ kissing them

♢ stabbing them

♞ shooting them

✖ punching them

➶ slapping them

☠ poisoning them

☎ hugging them

☂ picking them up

✗ bringing them alcohol

✣ bringing them food

☯ coming home late

♀ proposing marriage

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The confused expression from the theoretician elicited almost a pout from the investigator as he looked down at the two movies in his servos. Simply put, he liked Skids, and Nightbeat hung out with people he liked. Especially if there was time for a movie, because movies usually led to cuddling on the sofa (or berth, in some occasions).

“It’s a rather simple choice, really. The Great Mouse Detective is a cartoon out of what humans refer to as ‘the 80s’ and Toy Story 2 is a computer animation film about toys finding their way home.”

It only took a few moments for everything to click into place; Skids still wasn’t sure, but he thought he had a clear idea of what Nightbeat wanted.

❝No, no, I get there’s movies. I’m just confused as to why I’m getting invited.❞

Blunt and straight to the point as ever, it seemed. He may have an idea of what was happening, but he wanted to be doubly sure as to what he was getting himself into. All things considered, the Lost Light’s crew could get up to a range of things- and even if Nightbeat was was more reserved than most, that didn’t mean something weird could happen. But, a movie night wouldn’t be so bad, as long as there was free energex.

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Part of him didn’t want Skids to stop kissing him, but he soon became aware of the attention that they had started to attract. Some in the form of snickers and others in ‘aw’s’ or whistles. When Skids finally did pull away, a flustered grin tugged at the corners of his dermas and he looked away for a moment as he stumbled over the right words in his muddled processor,

❝I–wow.❞ 

Yes, very articulate. Getaway looked back up with an unusual amount of giddy in his optics. The surprise kiss actually moderately made him sober, imagine that. 

❝What in the ruddy hell was that for, Skids? At least say something first!❞ He chirped out and laughed. Clearly, Skids was overcharged and the surprise had started to wear; bringing Getaway back into his drunken asphyxia. 

The usually self-aware Skids was completely oblivious to the stares around them, unfocused optics staring right at Getaway like he was the only thing that mattered. Which he did, in that moment- not to say that he didn't matter in any other moment, but right now Skids' attention was on Getaway and Getaway alone. Dermas curled into a crooked grin as he slumped against the bar, helm leaning on an unsteady arm.

❝I 'unno, what the. . . what the ruddy hell wassat?❞

Very coherent, Skids. The theoretician's optics reset as he kept a surprisingly steady gaze on his partner, taking no mind to his slurred speech.

❝I think we need to double check. To make sure we know what that was for.❞

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Suggestive Sentence Starters

Collected from all over the net, other memes, etc. Some are subtle, some are fluffy, some don’t have to be taken sexually, some are so straightforward you could practically jump into a smut scene in a few posts. Enjoy!

“No — no. Just keep your clothes on.” “You are so mean… and I’m okay with that.” “Is that all your mouth is good for?” “I am always looking for meaningful one night stands.” “Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I’ll give it back.” “I would rather have a cup of tea than sex.” “Ah, ah, not till I give you permission.” “Apart from being sexy, what do you do for a living?” “Where do you think you’re going?” “And how are you going to make it up to me?” “My sexual preference is often.” “What a nice little sound, I think I’ll bite there again.” “Don’t worry, it only seems kinky the first time.” “Does it taste alright?” “You wouldn’t dare!” “You’re so cute when you’re tired, you know.” “Anticipation makes the hard-on longer.” “You know what material this is? [Grab your shirt] Boyfriend/Girlfriend material.” “Nothing risque, nothing gained.” “I love when you’re rough.” “Is that a challenge?” “Is there a mirror in your pocket? Because I look great- wait, I said that wrong.” “I’m not cheap, but I am on special this week.” “Sex is not the answer. Sex is the question. Yes is the answer.” “I’m not gonna stop leaving marks till I’m sure everyone will know your mine.” “Make me.” “What’s in it for me?” “I’m not drunk, I’m just intoxicated by you.” “I’m going outside to make out… care to join me?” “What’s your favorite silverware? Because I like to spoon!” “Thank god I’m wearing gloves, because you’re too hot to handle.” “Don’t stare. I didn’t want to do this.” “I think I could fall madly in bed with you.” “I need one of those hugs that turns into sex.” “Want to come over and watch porn on my flat screen mirror?” “Stop undressing me with your eyes and start using your teeth.” “Can I put you on my to-do list?” “Kiss the hell out of me. Please.” “You can stay but your clothes must go.” “I don’t like being told what to do unless I’m naked.” “Your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like…” “This is mine. Are we clear?”